Page 28 of Twisted Contract

“Get your attitude under control, or you’re going to get spanked.”

“You don’t like when I roll my eyes, but I don’t like when my husband disappears on my wedding night. It doesn’t look real at all. No one will buy that we’re married if you’re out there working while I’m at home with your guards like a lonely little prisoner.”

“Are you trying to insinuate something? Are you trying to get me to kill someone, Trouble?” He pulls out his gun and stands up.

“No. God, no. But what will others think?”

He sets his gun down on the nightstand and then slides his jacket off before quickly climbing on top of me. God, he smells so damn good, a mix of cologne and his natural masculine scent. “I don’t give a fuck what others think. I’ll fuck you in front of everyone and let them know you belong to me. Do you understand?” he growls in my ear. I’m so damn aroused. For some reason, I don’t doubt him.

I moan, unable to use words when he touches me. “Claudia,” he whispers, brushing his nose up and down my neck. “Did you miss me?”

“No,” I huff.

“Yes, you did. Admit it and I’ll get you all the equipment you need to work,” he says, slipping a finger into my pussy.

“Bribery,” I whimper, arching my hips.

“I never said anything about being a fair husband—only a faithful one.” He bites down on my neck as he pushes two fingers inside and rubs his thumb over my clit. I splinter into pieces, coming apart for him, and I’m not sure I can be put back together. He’s quick to slide off his clothes, taking me on the bedand pushing his thick, long length deep inside. I hold onto his strong biceps as he penetrates me.

“Admit it.”

“I missed you.”

“Good wife.”

The devilish look in his icy blues goes straight to my core. “Fuck, I need this top off.” He grabs my nightshirt and lifts it over my head. “Perfect.” Connor licks his lips. His mouth crashes down on mine for a smooth kiss that I wasn’t expecting. Our chests brush against each other, and I feel his cock flex inside me. Now I understand why he was eager to get my top off. He wanted to feel me against him as much as I wanted it. Our kiss deepens, and I throw my arms around his neck. He growls and lifts me up like I weigh nothing, holding me on an angle he drives into me while he’s still kissing me. He’s sitting on his calves as I ride his lap, and then he sucks my nipple into his mouth and I throw my head back and cry out.

“Yes, my torment, come for me. Squeeze that beautifully tight pussy around my cock. Give me your screams before I fill you with my seed. You’re lucky you can’t get pregnant because I’m sure I would have knocked your pretty little ass up already.” I run my fingers through his hair and scream, coming and thinking about a beautiful baby boy of his. He roars and fills me up.

“One day with my real husband,” I sigh as he lays me on my back with his body over mine. He snarls and spanks my ass.

“Never mention another man to me again. I’ll fuck that mouth so raw you won’t be able to talk for a week.” Oh my God—why am I turned on? My pussy flexes around his cock, and his eyes widen. “You want me to fuck that pretty, smart mouth of yours? Later. I’m tired, and I need a shower.” He gets up and hitsthe shower while I roll over, too tired to move at the moment even though I need to move in a second.

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Connor takes me over to visit Nora all day, which is fun, and we discuss her plans for her wedding cake. Now, we’re finally back at the house and just as we step over the threshold, his phone rings. It’s Jack calling him for something, as if we didn’t just leave. I feel like Connor is working nonstop. “Excuse me. I have to answer this, but there’s something in the kitchen I want you to see.”

I head into the kitchen. “Oh my goodness.” My eyes widen comically when I see the transformation. What the hell did Connor do? He wasn’t kidding about bribing me.

“Yes, the kitchen has been destroyed,” his bitch of a housekeeper says.

“Destroyed?” I questioned. I’m awed by the way it’s been set up.

“Yes, it doesn’t look like a home anymore,” she remarks. It’s mine, so she needs to mind her own damn business.

I turn to her and smile brightly. “It’s even better. There are two double ovens and a walk-in freezer. How did he do this so fast?”

“When Connor wants something done, he makes it happen.” My hand glides over the smooth countertop.

“He certainly does. I love it.”

“You do?” he asks, entering the kitchen. I spin around and smile.

“It’s perfect. I suppose bribery does work.”

“You’ll be able to get the work done, then?” he asks.

“Well, there are a lot of things I need, including ingredients, and I don’t have a great deal of time to bake but if I have them, I should make things happen.”

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